Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunchback of Notre Dame or anything to do with it. However, I do own Diamanta Devereux, her father, Oliver, Cecile Devereux, Madame Doreen,and Judge Thomas Gautier.
Note: No, the story isn't finished. I, too, am a Clopin fan and refuse to finish the story with such a terrible ending as I have in this piece of it. I don't know how many chapters there will be, but there'll be enough for the story to make all Clopin fans fulfilled.
Chapter #7
"We shall have his head for this!" the puppet squeaked.
"This isn't a joke, Clopin. Don't you understand what he tried to do with me?" Diamanta shuttered. Clopin put an arm around the young gypsy's shoulder and pulled her into a half-hug.
"Dia, we already found a new Court of Miracles and Gautier doesn't know where you are. The government is even more alert after the incident with Esmeralda and Frollo. There is absolutely no chance anything will happen to you. In fact, I've decided that you can stay in the Court of Miracles until the trauma of what happened yesterday fades away from your memory," he said kindly. Diamanta shook her head.
"I can do this," she said softly to herself, and without another word she walked out her wagon door and onto the streets of Paris.
"Dia, are you coming to dance today?" a voice asked. Diamanta turned to see another gypsy no older than six holding a wooden flute with a wide smile spread across her face. Despite her age, she was rather talented when it came to music. Diamanta nodded. "Can we play the same game we did last time?" the child asked excitedly. Diamanta recollected the game she would play with little Nadia. She would play a tune, and in response Diamanta would do a small dance that somewhat resembled the tune.
"Are you ready?" Diamanta asked Nadia. She played a few high notes, and Diamanta did a little dance with her feet. Within minutes she had a song going and several people stood around Diamanta and Nadia, throwing coins at their feet. A handsome adolescent boy with dramatic brown eyes appeared. He gasped and said to the man next to him,
"That's the one." The man turned back to the boy.
"The girl who was caught with Gautier?"
"Yes." A woman looked at them.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Don't you know? Yesterday she was doing her act and Judge Thomas Gautier tried to…" he whispered something in the woman's ear which caused a horrified expression to cross her face. Diamanta pretended not to notice and continued dancing.
A trumpet was sounded and several horses passed by, followed by a carriage, which came to a sudden stop near Diamanta and Nadia. The carriage door opened and a foot stepped out of it. To Diamanta's great misfortune, the foot belonged to none other than Judge Thomas Gautier. A stumpy yet well-dressed man came out of the carriage as well. He held a scroll and began to read off of it.
"On behalf of her witchcraft and heathen ways, the gypsy Diamanta is to be sentenced to death." The crowed gasped in horror as two soldiers grabbed the arms of Diamanta and began to haul her to a cage, which was lead by a horse as well.
"What witchcraft has this young gypsy girl committed?" a voice from the crowd asked. Diamanta looked up. It was the young man with fascinating eyes. Judge Thomas Gautier stared at him.
"Do not let her twisted heathen ways fool you, boy," Gautier said dismissively.
"If there is anyone who is a fool here, it's you!" he shouted. Gautier strode up to him until they were almost nose-to-nose.
"Do you dare insult a man of God?"
"A man of God would not even imagine himself with a girl young enough to be his grandchild!" A long silence broke out between them.
"Lock him away!" Gautier declared.
It was then when Diamanta discovered a small pouch of vanishing powder in the deep pocket of her crimson skirt. She waited for the soldiers to approach with the boy as well. Just as she planned, the soldiers opened the door of the cage to shove him in. In one fluid motion, she pulled out the powder and threw a small amount of it to the ground, where it suddenly grew into the same puff of smoke Clopin used in the Feast of Fools. She threw open the cage door, grabbed the boy's arm, and ducked down a dark alleyway.
"After them!" Gautier demanded, but it was too late. The two had already far on their way to the Court of Miracles.